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The Butterfly	By : tealeaf Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 1742 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: nope, I don�t own Naruto the series or any of
the characters.
A/N: Well, this idea has just been burning my brain for a
while now and I just had to write it out. I�m not sure if I should leave it as
a one-shot introspective or if I should add to it and make it an actual story.
So read it and let me know what you think in a review. Also, spoiler alert: up to chapter 212 of the manga

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The Butterfly
By: Tea Leaf/Banana Soap

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The door slowly crept open, pushed from the outside. There
was a subtle jangling of keys as they were removed from the lock and held
loosely in her palm. She stepped in slowly, into the dark studio apartment and
tossed the keys on the plain and bare kitchen table. She lived alone now but
she�d felt alone since she was twelve. She stared at the keys glistening
slightly in the cold moonlight that filtered in through the gauzy curtains
covering the bay window.

She closed her eyes and closed the door, throwing the
padlock, and rested against the cold wood for a moment. She was exhausted. She
was always exhausted but she just couldn�t manage to sleep. Insomnia plagued
her.

So she stayed out late every night, just wasting the hours
in some smoky bar with a barely touched drink warming in front of her. Then,
when the bar closed, she came back her, back to this cold and barren room.

It was sparsely furnished, there was a table with a chair in
the �kitchen� corner of the room, there were curtains on the window, there were
a few thread bare white towels in the bathroom, a bed with plain black sheets
and comforter (though it never was very comforting) was immaculately made, she
couldn�t remember the last time she�d slept in it, and then there was a stereo.
She walked over to it and pressed the power button followed with �random� and
then �play�. Haunting cords from an acoustic guitar flowed from the speaker.

As was said, she was alone. She had once had parents but
they had died a few years earlier during a second invasion by Orochimaru. His
last invasion.

But she had been alone before they died.

It had been night, dark. She had waited; her heart in her
throat, silently praying that the confrontation she felt coming wasn�t going to
happen, not tonight at least. She�s been disappointed. He hadn�t expected her
and was annoyed with her presence, as he always was. She�d poured her heart out
to him, done her best to convince him to stay. She�d cried�she hated herself
now for it. He�d left anyway.

She shook her head slightly, clearing the memories and
walked to the window, sitting in the bay seat, hiding from the empty apartment
behind her gauzy gray curtains and opened the window. The cold air flowed in,
numbing her skin, as her heart was numb, as her soul was numb, as her mind was
numb, as her eyes were numb.

Naruto had gone after him, she had tried to hope he would
succeed but deep down, she knew it really didn�t matter if he did. He would
never be the same. She would never be the same.
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Naruto had failed, as she knew he would. Neji, Kiba and
Choji had been critically injured and were in intensive care for weeks after.
Everyone had returned injured but they had also returned with new allies. The
sand siblings had come to their aid, the only reason any came back alive. She�d
been happy for them, especially for Gaara, he�d begun his path to recovery.

She hadn�t cried when they returned, she hadn�t cried since
they left. She�d been drained, she was still drained. So she when on
mechanically, with a dark shadow hanging over her, the dark shadow that now
filled her room. She�d gone on training, her sensei and teammate having enough
tact not to comment on her strange behavior. She was pretty sure they pitied
her. She was pretty sure they still did. She hated pity.

She�d gotten stronger, but not from any help from them. They
treated her like some fragile glass doll that would shatter at the slighted
touch.

She slowly unbound the strips of black material that covered
her left forearm, the one facing the open window. There were several scars and
frelicelice wounds spreading like cobwebs across her pale skin. With her right
hand she pulled a kunai out of the pouch near the small of her back andssedssed
it to the injured flesh. Red oozed forward, glowing faintly in the moonlight.
See, she wasn�t glass, she was flesh. Far more fragile. She stared at the blood
trickling down her arm. She couldn�t feel it. She couldn�t feel anything. She
was numb. Suddenly she glared at her arm and in a sudden fit of rage, she
sliced vuslyusly at her arm, reopening the old wounds and creating more. Then,
just as suddenly as it had come, the emotion attempting to spark in her eyes
fizzled out, leaving just the cold numbness. She sighed inaudibly and dropped
her arm, letting it dangle out the open window. The blood flowed in rivulets
down her arm, over her wrist, pooling slightly in her lightly curved palm
before dripping off her fingertips to crash in the alley below.

Unconsciously the bloody hand formed a seal, her lips moved
slightly but no sound came out. Slowly the small, summoned black and crimson
butterfly fluttered its way up to her, perching on her raised knee and looking
at her questioningly. The numb green eyes stared at it as her cold, uninjured
hand rose to stroke the poisonous wings.

She remembered the first time she had made the blood pact
with the butterfly. She�d been barely thirteen; he had left four months ago.
Naruto and Kakashi had been doing some one on one training, leaving her to her
own devices. She had wandered off into the woods surrounding the village. She�d
found a small clearing that was heavily shaded in what had been the near
twilight hours. As the sun descended, small black and red butterflies had risen
from the oundounding wood. She had sat down and contemplated.

She was like a butterfly.

Small, fragile, insubstantial. Just a pretty thing that
people liked to look at in a superficial way, that was discarded as soon as
something more interesting came along, and everything was more interesting. The
realization had fed the void inside her and she�d been desperate to prove that
she really was a human. That was the first time she�d sliced her arm for the
confirming blood. She�d been horrified with herself but the butterflies had
come to her. They�d landed on all parts of her body; one of them landed in the
blood and had looked at her. Then it had licked the blood.

Kakashi had shown up then, terrified for her safety.
Apparently those butterflies were highly poisonous. She�d started to feel the
effects then. She�d turned drowsy, her heart slowed, her breathing became
labored. Naruto had panicked. Kakashi rushed her to the hospital. She�d fallen
asleep. When she woke up, The 5^th Hokage, Tsunade, had been there
and told her that she was very lucky. Apparently she had a natural immunity to
the poison.

She�d known better.

She�d trained, learned she could summon the butterflies,
learned that the butterflies had different levels of poison. Some had sleep
powders, others paralyzed, others still killed. She also learned that because
the butterflies were so small, she could share her body with them with a
customized summoning jutsu. When she did this, her skin become poisonous, just
like the butterfly.

Her finger still idly stroked the crimson and black wing.
She still hadn�t mastered growing wings when she joined with the insect.

Three years after leaving, he�d returned. He�d trained with
and used the curse seal to finally avenge his family and had destroyed his
brother. He�d now had no reason to live and had been perfectly happy to hand
his body over to Orochimaru. Orochimaru had wanted to have him help in the
annihilation of the village before he took his body. They had attacked.

And that�s when his plan had become clear. He�d been lying
to Orochimaru and now, finally back in his home village, he�d returned to the
ranks of the Leaf shinobi. She�d been so relieved. She still loved him.

Stupid girl, her modern self condemned.

Orochimaru had turned on him, intent to kill. She had rushed
in. She refused to allow him to be hurt again if she could do something to stop
it. He�d been surprised. She�d defended him as best she could, using every new
skill in her arsenal, surprising everyone when she summoned the butterflies for
the first time in front of them. Orochimaru had been slightly stunned at this,
it had been a small opening but enough of an opening. Tsunade-sama had jumped
in and decapitated him before he could react.

The curse seal had disappeared with Orochimaru. He had gone
into heavy withdrawal. She�d tried to help as best she could but she�d come to
the harsh reality that her new abilities were all destructive, she could not
help.

She was poison.

Slowly, things had fallen back into their normal routine.
After his excruciating rehabilitation, he and Naruto had become rivals again,
constantly pushing each other forward. Kakashi-sensei had become preoccupied
with training them. She�d been left forgotten in the background, forever the
butterfly.

She�d tried for a while to return to some semblance of
living but she�d failed. Every time she tried to help, she just seemed to make
things worse. She felt like a pariah. Although she advanced in levels with
them, and now found herself a jounin, Naruto had joined a group specializing in
the development of new jutsu. He had joined ANBU.

She was still left behind.

And now here she was, alone in this cold darkness. The only
one not actually moving forward of their own momentum. The only one still
broken. The only one with no goals, no purpose.

She stroked the butterfly�s wing.

She was the butterfly simply swaying with the wind.

A single tear, shining in the cold moonlight, slipped down
her left cheek.
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